An' up, up above t'roo de storm an' snow, she's
comin' wan beeg canoe.

Den somebody call it ma nam' out loud, firs' tam
it was scare me so,
"We know right away, dat was you be dere, hello
Phil-o-rum, hello!"
An' soon I see him dat feller spik, I 'member him
too mese'f,
We go de sam' school twenty year before, hees
nam's Telesphore Le Boeuf.

But I know on de way canoe she go, dat de crowd
he mus' be dead man
Was come from de Grande Riviere du Nord, come
from Saskatchewan,
Come too from all de place is lie on de Hodson
Bay Contree,
An' de t'ing I was see me dat New Year night,
is le phantome Chasse Gal'rie.

An' many de boy I was see him dere, I know him
so long before
He's goin' away on de far contree--for never
return no more--
An' now on phantome he is comin' home--t'roo
de storm an' de hurricane
For kiss him de girl on jour de l'an, an' see
de ole peep again.